In the beginning there was The Wheel. All futures and pasts radiated from the center, rotating and reanimating, the Great Hub where spokes emanated as stars diffusing destinies and dispensing fate. 

And then there were two: two fortunes from a fork beneath our hands and a seat yoked on gravity dispersed.

In the beginning was a dream of two wheels in the sky perpetually spinning, one propelling and the other navigating. Great Dream of Kindred Spirits, bless us with companions who bring water. Bless our legs and our knees, our weary wrists. Bless us with stories.

The Cycler who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy green thumb and sun, let cars be undone, on earth by Your intercession. Give us this joy, our daily ride, and deliver us from fossils. Grant us your pause as we approach the crossroads of life. 

Keep us on our saddle. Grant us velocity and sturdy brakes. Shine Your Light on potholes. Guide our arms, guide our eyes, and prevent us from trespassing.

With wind on our backs and the gift of shade, deliver us to our destination but lead us to occasional temptation –  blooms by the wayside flanked with soft grass, birdsong and a neighbor's kind wave. 

Give us showers but not storms. Oil our gears but not the road. And give the gift of lightning to sisters on the street that they may smite the biped jackass and the jerk.

Spirit of the Righteous Wheel, transform us into links and strengthen our chains. Bless our orbit. Fill our lungs with hope as we climb steep hills. Fill our tires with good air and let not life's sharp edges puncture our tube. 

Praise Ezekiel who spoke in our hearing of whirling wheels and creatures living beside the wheel within a wheel, tall and awesome with eyes all around, and rims made of minerals, made of steel. We shall cope with a world gone astray and we will free ourselves. 

O Mighty Hub, steer us away from danger. Hydrate our friendships and nourish our solitudes. Help us realize the gift of steady speeds, of the incredible beauty of slowness. With felicities to enjoy, help us overcome our smallnesses as we mount our steeds together to realize Your Mission. Make us tenacious. Make us relentless. 

Transform the bell, the bearing, and the bumpy boulevard into instruments of liberation but lead us away from bluster. Lend to us your Force and fill our lives with meaning as we pedal our way to Your Glory, in Your Name, et saecula-saecolorum.

Amen.